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Pirate tempus

"Easy there lad, welcome home," Jack said to him gently, as will slipped off to sleep.

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The smoke was thick and the music was loud as rum ran like water. In one corner hidden by the shadows was Captain Jack Sparrow. He was at ease like a king of his castle. Empty bottles of rum as numerous as the full ones before him. He had changed very little over the years, still had his hair in dreads. Still the same attitude, and demeanor. At his side was his famous sword; the only thing upon him that looked pristine and clean. It was said he had killed many with its sharp blade, that the quality of the blade will never be seen again.

Behind the form of Jack was his first mate. His light hair braded like that of his captains various trinkets woven in with the hair. His body was strong from years at sea, eyes bright as he watched all in the Tavern. By his side also was a sword of quality, it was said the same man that had made Jacks made it. But you would never see its likes again. It was said the Blacksmith William Turner had made the swords. But he had died at the hands of the navy and a broken heart.

The first mate of the Black Pearl was now very well known, as a fast sword and would defend his captain to the hilt. No one got on the bad side of Cutter. Men watched as Jack passed the bottle to his first mate, Cutter took a large swig. Eyes never leaving the room. Then the eyes narrowed to the other end of the Tavern.

"Jack…."

"What?' Jack slurred, weaving as he tried to look up at Cutter.

"I think it might be best to leave…."

"Nah mate…the rums not gone ye…" but Jack was interrupted by a loud call.

"Jack Sparrow!" a busty female shouted, behind her was more busty females..

"That's Captain Jack Sparoo ooooh Giselle." Jacks eyes became wide as he saw the others with her "Betsy, Rose, Roxanne, Kate, Liza…um and..um" Jack clicked his fingers trying to remember the last girl. When cutter leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Edna!….so what can I do for you lovely..busty ladies?"

"You owe us money Jack! Now pay up!"

"Ah well you see, we had to fix the Pearl, and that lady always comes first." Jack replied with a happy grin.

"Jack Sparrow!" Jazell growled, Jack backed up with his hands before him in a surrender gesture.

"Will, lad….help ya old Captain out" he pleaded to Cutter.

"Sorry Jack…but you're on ya own" Cutter smiled at him. Jack looked gobsmacked a moment, before he ran from the room as quick as his drunken legs would carry him. All the girls following behind.

"Will the Cap'n be alright Will?" asked a sea worn man to the first mates side. This was Mr. Gibbs, Bosun to the Black Pearl.

"Oh he'll be fine Gibbs, he is after all Jack Sparrow" At that moment Jack ran past.

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow.." it was quiet then loud then quiet again as he ran past down the street the girls still following. Cutter laughed as he sat on a chair outside the tavern, bottle of rum in his hand watching Jack being pursued by busty women.

He could see the various ships moored at the docks, some he knew, others he didn't. To one side sat the Pearl, sails furled and dark on the deck he could see some of the crew. Old one-eye was playing his accordion…even here he could hear the words Drink up me hearties yo ho! And he smiled.

Something caught his eye on the horizon, the unmistakable red/white and blue of the British flag. But there was only one ship, a little brash if they thought they were going to storm the place. He took out Jacks spyglass, wondering when his Cap'n would actually notice it was gone. As he watched they pulled down the flag, obviously wanting to disguise whom they were. The Long boat was lowered and was heading towards shore. He was about to give the shout 'Navy' when he saw something that made him drop the spyglass.

Jack was running down the street when he was grabbed roughly by the scruff of the neck. This was it, death by bosom….not the worst way to go but still. Then Will's voice was gruff and laced with strain; normally Will would never talk to a woman as he was now.

"All right ladies, clear off!" they all stopped in shock at the venom in his Voice.

"But.."

"I said go!" he pulled out his blade and they ran off.

"Thanks Will lad, but you didn't need ta…gak!" Jack was strangled again as will pulled him to face a ship just on the horizon. He thrust the spy glass into Jacks hand "hey…that's mine you scurvy dog"

"Shut up Jack and tell me what ya see!"

"I see a ship Will"

"No, what's on the ship!" Will hit him round the back of the head.

"Okay, okay Will….I see, ropes…cannons….Ow!" Jack exclaimed as Will pulled on a braid "um…navy uniforms….Elizabeth….Norringto….ooh bugger!"

Jack looked at Will, he was barely containing himself his grip tight on the hilt of his blade. Jack felt his rage boil inside him, how dare Elizabeth and Norrington turn up here! After what she had done to will. By Jacks Reckoning Will's son would be around five or six. Will had missed his son growing from a child to a toddler and Jack hated Elizabeth for that.

"Easy Will lad" Jack put his hand on Will's shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze. "You don't want to rush into this me lad."

"She took my son!" Will yelled in Jack's face, but Jack moved in an instant. Will found himself on the floor, with his arms pinned behind his back.

"Now we are going to find out, one what that navy ship is doing here. Two what Elizabeth and Norrington are doing here. And there, where the hell the whore has taken your son. And in that order Will, Savvy?" Jack growled in Will's ear.

"Aye, aye Cap'n" Will grated out before throwing Jack off and storming down to the docks. He was furious, he knew now having seen her after all this time, that he could never forgive her.

Jack watched Will storm off; kicking a barrel as he went, it flew off the pier. He had to find Will's son for him; he owed him that much and more besides. You can never say Captain Jack sparrow never paid his due's

"JACK SPARROW!"

"Bugger…." Jack ran as the busty women gave chase.

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Norrington looked at the 6 year old boy that was trying to feed his 3-year-old son. The 6 year-old wretch was trying his nerves; he still hadn't finished cleaning the cabin or brought him his flagon of wine. So Norrinton backhanded the child across the face. He fell to the floor, cradling the injured cheek.

"Be quick boy! Or it'll be your hide again" Norrington snapped at the young one

"I'm sorry sir" the boy grovelled.

"You're just like your scum pirate father" Norrington snarled as he got up from the table.

"Don't talk about him like that!" the young one shouted before he got backhanded yet again. He coward before the commodore.

"Do not talk back to me child. Get out!" The young one fled from the cabin, over the deck and to the figurehead. The angel, her wings stretching back to the ship as her gaze looked over the sea before them. He hid in her wings, the only safe place for him.

He wished he could be with his father, he had heard such tales from some of the crew. Of his father saving Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, then his mother leaving his father for the Commodore. Trouble was, he looked too much like his father at the same age. When his mother had met Will for the first time. Seems she thought he had come back to torment her in the form of his son.

Things had gone down hill from there, she had begun to shun him, Norrington began to hit him. The final straw came when they had their son George. Then his life as a slave began. No more known as Bill Turner, named after his grandfather Bootstrap Bill, but became known as boy, wretch and a few others.

"You alright lad?" Bill looked up to see the face of old Silver. He was the cook on board and the only one who would talk to him. Silver may be old, but he could still move, sure as a cat. He jumped down beside the young one, handing him some food. He ate it greedily.

"I wish me da were still alive." he said sadly, looking at the port.

"Aye lad, I know. But you're gonna have to chart your own course."

"But where silver? I have no where to go." Bill replied sadly.

"Well, there are many courses across the sea lad. Many stars to follow, you could stay here, live what little life this is or you could go to look for the pearl" Silver said with a smile.

"Silver!" the bosun called.

"Sir?"

"The Commodore wants you to go into Tortuga for the supplies. You looking more credible as it were." The bosun said with a sneer.

"Aye, aye sir." Silver replied grudgingly.

"Silver, let me come please!" Bill begged the old sailor.

"Nay lad, not now. They be watching ye. But I will help thee lad, mark my words" Silver ruffled the boy's hair then jumped back on deck. He walked over to the longboat and headed to Tortuga, seeing the lad on the back of an angel watching him leave.

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Silver managed to give his watchdogs the slip as they got supplies to fix the navy ship. He had seen the Black Pearl was docked; he had to tell Captain Jack, Silver was sure the pirate would help the son of Will Turner, and get revenge on Norrington.

He looked up to the black ship of legend, the ghost ship returned from the abyss. He had the pleasure of knowing Mr. Gibbs. Silver had run into Gibbs shortly after learning that Bootstrap's son had died. Said Jack was beside himself. In a rage, he had witnessed Jacks drunken temper first hand, he had shouted, ranted. Saying he should have been there sooner, that he would have been alright if he had. Silver had guessed he was talking about Will.

So he now found himself beside the imposing black hull, looking up onto the deck.

"Ahoy there!" he shouted up to the deck.

"Ahoy down there, what's ya business?" one of the crew of the Black Pearl called down.

"I wish to invoke the right of Parlay, to speak with Captain Jack Sparrow"

"Come aboard"

Silver walked up the gangplank to the deck, a lantern held to his face.

"Old Straight Silver…" Silver smiled at his old pirate name, he had gotten it from the straight silver blades he carried. His last name was Silver anyway, so they called him Straight silver from the old army saying when the British attached their blades to the end of their guns. The commanders would shout out 'Straight Silver'

"Mr. Gibbs…"

"What ye want with Jack?"

"I need to tell him something important" was all Silver would say, Gibbs nodded and led him to the Captain's cabin. He opened the door, black wood like the rest of the ship.

"Cap'n old Silver wants a word with ya" Jack laid back in his chair, looking at the old pirate.

"I have some information for ye Jack. On the child of Will Turner….."

TBC……

KITG: Sorry for the wait guys, the weather in rainy, foggy England…..has not been rainy or foggy. IT'S BEEN BLOODY HOT! I don't do well in heat, give me snow any day. So hope you enjoy.